Attack On The Iron Coast Page #4

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under simulated battle conditions.

Do not deviate to right or left.

Your job is to get to your objective.

Stand by!

Go! Go!

Come on!

Go! Go!

Come on, move!

Go!

Sergeant, get an ambulance!

Bring a stretcher, quickly!

Don?

Look at me, boy, look.

Where's that stretcher?!

Will he be able to see?

- You hear me?

- I heard you, sir.

I'm sure the doc will be able to

tell you everything you want to know.

What do you think?

I think somebody ought to know better

than to play such games.

Doesn't Jerry do enough

without you blokes getting in the act?

It was an accident.

- Who was to know that-

- I should have.

I should have known.

I wanted it rough, but...

Stop blaming yourself, Jamie.

Jamie?

Yes, Don. Yes?

That commando...

Is he gonna be all right?

How many soldiers did you kill today?

...soldiers did you kill today...

soldiers did you-

Yes, Timmy?

Darling, what's wrong?

I'm sorry.

Sorry I woke you.

I've been watching you for some time.

I don't know what's wrong with me,

what's the matter.

I thought I'd turned everything off...

...that nothing could touch me anymore.

If it's Don you're worried about,

the doctor said he'll be all right.

It's just a matter of time.

I can't seem to get him out of my mind.

You can't blame yourself.

It was an accident.

An accident!

Military risk!

Fortunes of war!

I'm scared, Sue.

All of sudden... I'm scared.

I'm wondering if what I'm doing...

...is right.

I'm wondering if-if one man

should have this power to...

...this power to decide on...

life and death.

Nobody has that power.

So get it over with.

Finish it.

Come back to me

before it's too late.

You've been a stranger.

And over a period of six weeks,

eight men dead, killed,

thirty-two men injured,

fourteen hospitalized.

Training accident.

Three small boats destroyed.

Training accident.

And what's even more to the point,

the only senior officer

ready and capable

of taking this expedition

into Le Clair is now...

Training accident.

Mad Dog must be cancelled,

the men and materials must be

released for duties elsewhere.

Frankly, gentlemen,

an operation of this caliber must have

a respectable chance of succeeding.

Obviously, we've been

fooling ourselves.

With your permission, sir.

Carry on, Commander.

During the past several weeks,

I have had time to think

about Operation Mad Dog...

...and about Major Wilson.

I think I understand him better now.

I saw him forced to accept

inferior and substandard equipment.

I saw him

pushing his men on ruthlessly.

Training them

under simulated battle conditions.

I saw men die in his training,

and I was sickened by it.

But for every man we lose now,

ten will survive at Le Clair.

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